First, I finally figured out how to change a car headlight--the fried one lasted about seven months, which strikes me as an unusually short amount of time. Until this week,
I "can't get my hand in there" and end up taking the new headlight to a garage, where I act frustrated in hopes that the mechanic will install the thing and not charge me. I hate that entire process. This time out, I got some scratches on my hands but did manage to install that worthless ten dollar light myself.
More blessings: The Tigers knocked the Yankees out of the playoffs, which was a thrill.
At my one paying gig (commercial radio) today, I found a nicely wrapped burrito in the fridge. No name on it, so as they say at the station, it's "fair game." Yum.
Yesterday's KAOS show was really fun. Playing the music of the late Bert Jansch, with and without Pentangle, was a beautiful thing, and my annual John Lennon special was even better. Got to air a number of fun interview clips plus a searing "You Can't Do That" from the Beatles Anthology video, live in Melbourne, 1964.
I used a Fab Four interview from Swedish TV, where Lennon refers to his mates as
"George Parasol, Ringo Stone--and Paul McCharmley," with just a hint of sarcasm on the final name. These were the supposed happy days of the band.
Fast forward to 2011: Paul marries Nancy today. On John's birthday.